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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.