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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.