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 France and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.