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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
AZ,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.