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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.