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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.