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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Q65,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.