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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Faust,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.