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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.