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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.