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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.