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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.