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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Model 500,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.