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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.