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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 theremin 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.