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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.