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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.