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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Searchers to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.