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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.