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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.