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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visage to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
cv313,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.