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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.