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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.