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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.