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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.