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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.