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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.