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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.