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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.