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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.