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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.