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 Kosovo 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
The Motions,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
K-Klass,
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.