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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.