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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.