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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Television,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.