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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.