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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Swans,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.