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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.