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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.