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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.