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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.