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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.