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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.