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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.