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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.