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 Libya and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.