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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 John Lydon 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.