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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.