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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.