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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
CMW,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.