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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.