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 Benin 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
The Index,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.