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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.