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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.