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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.