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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.