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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.