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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.