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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.