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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Technova,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.