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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.