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 France and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
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.