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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Q65,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.