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 Sierra Leone 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
New Order,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.