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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Brick,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.