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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.