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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
UT,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.