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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.