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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
ABC,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.