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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.