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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.