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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.