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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.