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 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Television,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.