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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.