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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.