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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.