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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.