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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.