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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Can,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.