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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
X-101,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.