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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.