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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.