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 Uzbekistan 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.