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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.