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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.