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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.