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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.