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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.