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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.