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 Togo 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.