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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
DNA,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
New Order,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.