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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.