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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.