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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.