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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.