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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.