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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.