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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
The Index,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.