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 Palau 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.