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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.