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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.