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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.