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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.