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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.