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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.