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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.