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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.