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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.