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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.