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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.