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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.