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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.