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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.