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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.