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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.