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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.