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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.