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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.