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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.