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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Fear,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.