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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.