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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
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.