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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.