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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.