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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
The Index,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.