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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.