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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.