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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.