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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Faust,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.