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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.