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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.