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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.