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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.