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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.