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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.