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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.