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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.