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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.