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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.