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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.