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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.