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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.