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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.