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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Franke,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Smog,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.