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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.