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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Motorama,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.