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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.