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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
AZ,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.