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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Brick,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
ABC,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.