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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.