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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Gong,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.