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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
The Move,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.