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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.