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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.