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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.