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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.