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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.