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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.