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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Gong to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.