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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.