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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.