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 India 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.