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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.