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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.