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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Pole,
JFA,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Ossler,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.