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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.