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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.