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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.