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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.