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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.