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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.