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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.