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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.