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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.