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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.