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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.