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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.