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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 UT to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.