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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.