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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.