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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.