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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.