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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Hashim,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Mars,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.