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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Brick to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.