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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.