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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Japan,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.