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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Index,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.