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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.