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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.