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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.