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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.