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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.