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 Philippines 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Fall,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.