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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
PIL,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.