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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.