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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visage to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.