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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.