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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
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.