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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.