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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.