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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Gong,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.