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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.