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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.