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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.