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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Can,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.