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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.