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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.