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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Japan,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.