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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.