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 Micronesia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s 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 Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
ABC,
Visage,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.