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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Wire,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.