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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.