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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.