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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.