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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.