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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.