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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Sonics 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.