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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
10cc,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.