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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.