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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.