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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.