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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.