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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
DNA,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.