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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Franke,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.