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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.