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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.