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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.