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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Jandek,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Can,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.