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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.