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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Index,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.