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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.