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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.