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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.