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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.