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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Josef K,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.