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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
UT,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.