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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.