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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.