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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.