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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
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.