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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.