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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.