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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.