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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Happenings to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.