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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.