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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.