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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
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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.