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 South Africa 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Nas,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.