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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.