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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.