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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Index,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.