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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.