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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Faust,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.