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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.