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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.