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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gladiators to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Nas,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.