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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
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 Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.