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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Roxette,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.