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 Estonia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.