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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Faust,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.