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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.