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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.