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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.