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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Can,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.