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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.