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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.