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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.