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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Interpol,
Crime,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.