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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Fear,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Wings,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.