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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.