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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.