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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.