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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.