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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
the Association,
The Move,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.