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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Kinks to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.