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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.