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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.