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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.