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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wire to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.