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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
The Move,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.