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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.