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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Nas,
Pole,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.