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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Morten Harket 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.