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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.