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 Senegal 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.