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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.