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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.