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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Pole to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.