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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Organ to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.