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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.