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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.