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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Crime,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.