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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.