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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.