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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.