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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.