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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.