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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
The Gories,
The Index,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.