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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Faust,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.