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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Smog,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.