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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.