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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.