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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.