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 Serbia and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.