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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.