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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.