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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 organ 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.