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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.