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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.