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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
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.