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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.