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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 FM Einheit 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.