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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Can,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.