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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.