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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.