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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.