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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
June Days,
UT,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.