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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.