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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.