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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lower 48 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.