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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Visage,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.