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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
ABC,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.