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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.