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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
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.