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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.