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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.