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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.