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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.