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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.