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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Scion,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.