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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Television,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.