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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.