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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.