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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Monks,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.