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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.