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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.