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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.