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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.