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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.