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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.