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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.