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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.