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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
AZ,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.