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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bronski Beat to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.