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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
DNA,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
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.