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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.