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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.