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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.