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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
cv313,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.