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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Index,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Brick,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.