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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.