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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.