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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.