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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.