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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.