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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Television,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.