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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Pole,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Magma,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.