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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.