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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.