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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.