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 Benin 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Can,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.