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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.