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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.