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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.