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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.