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 Palau 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
June of 44,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.