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 Angola and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
ABC,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.