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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.