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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.