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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
ABC,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.