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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Neu!,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.