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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.