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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.