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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.