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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
The Busters,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.