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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Crime,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.