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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.