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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.