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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.