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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.