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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Visage,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.