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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.