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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.