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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
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.