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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.