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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.