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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.