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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
X-102,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.