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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.