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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.