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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.