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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Index,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Television,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.