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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.