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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.