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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
cv313,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.