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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Pole,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.