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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Can,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.