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 Algeria 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.