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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Technova,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.