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 Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.