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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Neu!,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.