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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.