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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.