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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.