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 France and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.