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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Cluster,
Motorama,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.