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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Busters to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Symarip 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 electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.