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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.