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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.