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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.