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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.