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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.