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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.