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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.