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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.