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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
PIL,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.