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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.