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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.