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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Index,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.