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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.