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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.