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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.