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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.