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 States and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.