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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.