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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.