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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.