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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.