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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.