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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.