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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.