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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Fear,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.