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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
PIL,
MDC,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.