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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.