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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Wire,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.