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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.