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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.