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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.