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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.