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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.