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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.