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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.