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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.