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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.