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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.