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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Scion,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.