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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.