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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.