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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.