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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.