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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.