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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.