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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.