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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.