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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.