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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.