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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.