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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.