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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.