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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.