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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
PIL,
Slave,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.