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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.