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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 Portland and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.