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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.