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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.