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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Smog 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.