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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.