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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.