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 Croatia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.