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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.