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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.