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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.