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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.