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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
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.