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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.