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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.