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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.