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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
UT,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.