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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.