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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.