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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.