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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.