Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
PIL,
Franke,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.