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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.