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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.