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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Smog,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.