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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.