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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Franke,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.