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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.