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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.