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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
June Days,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.