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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.