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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.