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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '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 Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.