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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.