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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.