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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.