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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.