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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.