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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Franke,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
June Days,
The Busters,
Nico,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.