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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.