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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.