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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.