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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Hoover,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.