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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.