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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.