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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.