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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.