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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.