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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.