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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.